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Mia Jun 2021
I give you permission to use me,
Today I choose toxicity over solidarity.
Mia Jun 2021
How many times do I have to say "I love you"
Before you start seeing you are worthy, and easy, to love.
  Jun 2021 Mia
Petra
I can't tell if I'm growing up too fast
or if I'm complaining about seeing
the harshness of the world
right when I am meant to see it.
Mia May 2021
Today the words don't come to me.
I write and the rhythm is not automatic.
I search for the rhymes
And they sound stiff and easy to predict.

Today the title: writer
Is accompanied by an echo of "amateur".
The reverberance - a chain of disclaimers
Trying to excuse the behaviour.

Today the writer feels her words wilting,
As though the world has already heard them all,
And she can't find an escape in writing
Her mind feigning obsolescence - a blunt tool.

Today the writer feels
Like not so much of a writer,
But maybe that's because the words she needs to say
Aren't yet ready to be shared on paper.
Mia May 2021
You would have died for me.
All I ever wanted was for you to show me how to live.
Mia May 2021
I've always been happy
Thinking alone,
Always been content
At home on my own.

Yet lately I'm finding,
The dictionary is true,
I am still happy alone,
But now I get lonely too.
I think I have grown out of my own company
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